“So how long is the flight to Norway?” she asks, looking out the window as we rise into the clouds.
“Normally about seven or eight hours, but we’re on the faster jet.” I shrug. “But we’re making a bit of a stop before we get there.”
Her eyes widen and then her brows narrow. “What do you mean a bit of a stop?”
“We’re going to Nova Scotia first, so it’s only about an hour's flight time.”
“And why are we going there?” I can see her cheeks color as she realizes my deception.
“Because that’s where we’re getting married, of course.” I smile broadly, and if steam could come out of her ears it would.
“Of course,” she says mockingly, and I reach over, unbuckling her seatbelt and pulling her onto my lap. “You’re a bastard.”
“You’ve made that perfectly clear.” I smile against her neck and kiss that spot again. She closes her eyes and I know she probably hates how easily I can make her melt. “But we have an hour until we land, which means I have an hour to give you the orgasm I denied you earlier.”
“Maybe I don’t want it now,” she huffs, but I feel her ass move in my lap.
“You want to be stubborn and miss out on my tongue between your legs, baby girl?” This time when her ass wiggles in my lap, it’s against my cock, and she feels how much I want her. “Let me taste you.”
I lean forward and flick my tongue against the shell of her ear to make my point, and then wait. After only a heartbeat, she gives me a subtle nod, and that’s all the answer I need.
Chapter 4
Amber
In the blink of an eye, he’s on me and not wasting any time. He rips my dress right down the center, surprising the hell out of me, which is hard to do. I’ve seen a lot of things in my life, but I didn't think that one was actually possible.
“You better have something else for me to wear,” I hiss at him, but his only answer is sucking my nipple into his mouth like a starved beast. I throw back my head and moan as my fingers dig into his soft hair. It’s the only thing soft on him because every other inch is thick and hard.
I grind down on his cock, shifting my hips as his mouth moves all over my breasts. His hands are roaming my stomach and legs, and I swear I feel him everywhere. He claims he wants all of me forever, but forever is a long time.
What happens when he gets bored? Will he expect me to behave a certain way? As soon as he isn’t happy with the way I am, I’ll either be put on a shelf or ignored. Been there, done that. I learned to pretend to smile and try to be perfect, but it never mattered. Whenever a foster home was tired of us, we were pushed to the next. After we ended up with Lindsey, I promised myself I’d never pretend again.
Henrik squeezes my hips hard as he bites down on my nipple. I let out a small scream, but it’s more in surprise than discomfort.
“Stay with me, baby girl,” he says, pulling me from my thoughts. He stands up while holding me in his arms, and I lock my legs around him.
“I have to stay. You kidnapped me.”
“You made your choice at the bottom of those stairs.” He moves towards the back of the plane and I don’t argue with him.
He’s right. I pretended my sister was the reason I got on the plane, but it was only part of it. The reality is, I don't like the idea of Henrik not chasing me around the globe. Our verbal sparring sessions give me a thrill, and I hate to admit I’m addicted to it. Hell, I’m addicted to him, and it scares the hell out of me.
A moment later, my back presses into something soft as Henrik places me in the center of the bed. When he stands, his eyes roam over my body, admiring every inch of me.
“You’re perfection. Did you know that?” He licks his lips as he starts to undo his belt, not bothering to take it all the way off. He reaches into his slacks, pulling his cock out, and my eyes widen. He’s enormous, and I swallow, wondering how his cock is ever going to fit inside of me. My insides clench, eager for the challenge. When it comes to Henrik, there’s not much I wouldn’t agree to, and he damn well knows it.
“Are you only going to stare at it?” I spread my knees wider as he strokes his cock slowly. “I could have sent you a picture,” I sass, and he grunts as he squeezes himself. The head of his cock is stretched tight and dark with need. A small drop of cum slips from his slit, and I lick my lips wondering what he tastes like.